Thursday, January 8, 2015
Grave on the Green
We're at the halfway point of the February 1952 issue of Black Cat Mystery #33 (check the last two posts for more), and in case I forgot to mention it, I think I always start off the new year with a full issue. Right? I think so. Anyway, we've already seen some monsters and scorpions, now it's time to drag out the most horrific horror subject that ever horror'd horror-- GOLF HORROR!! Don't be too quick to judge this one, it's actually a hole in one-- in your head! Errr, or something...
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One you might think are going to be absolutely silly turn out to be good! This is a fun little tale with a lot of turn-a-bout in it, and a relatively creepy ending where our hero becomes the next insane murderer.
ReplyDeleteGood art all around, the twister face of the brother (OK, the golf ball wound is goofy), the ugly groundskeeper, etc.
There's a bit of Manos in this! Torgo like guy, his master, and finally our hero becoming the new Torgo, with thankfully less golf!
Why'd that have to kill the discount Betty Page?
The colorist seemed to have given up half way through this one. Still, a great tale, but not quite as good as the Atlas ones you sent me in the mail today! Wow!
When I think golf horror I always go back to the story in Ealing Studios DEAD OF NIGHT film. It's played mostly for laughs but it's still kind of creepy too.
ReplyDeleteOk, one tale left from this issue coming up next... and you guys on the Atlas email list are gonna love the next few updates, spine chillers from Spellbound and Astonishing!
As an avid golfer and part-time freak, I never knew there was a golf horror comic tale! Thanx two million freakin' much!!
ReplyDeleteThat new Atlas story in the Atlas emailing list was pretty entertaining -- I particularly liked the page where poor Colonel David looks around and contemplates the sideshow world where he lives devoted to the circus freaks like Bombo the Bearman, Loki the Missing link with his pet monkey, and Lanford the Limp. The ending was a little predictable, but I always love a story where somebody holds a gun on a scientist and forces the scientist to experiment on him. That can never go well!
ReplyDeleteAs for this story, it was a better story than I expected going in. A good twist at the end. But man, his head looks like The Thing teed off on it with an 9 iron!
Mr. Karswell! How do I get on the Atlas mailing list?
ReplyDeleteI will be sending out invites to the Atlas Secret Society (email only) club over the next few months... if you are a friend to this blog, meaning, you currently contribute in positive ways with comments, suggestions or donations, then you will be included. If you are new to THOIA, then start commenting. If you are old to THOIA and never comment and just silently creep around without contributing you are not a candidate. If you are an annoying asshole who tries to bully this blog in any way, shape, or form, you will NEVER be a candidate. It's pretty simple really, play nice, receive nice things in your email inbox weekly that are exclusive to this club only... these stories will NOT be posted here at THOIA. NOTE: your Blogger profile MUST include an email address to be contacted at if you ever wish to even be considered. Thanks
ReplyDeleteIt's funny that the characters have names like Finnegan and Joyce, and I don't mean because of "Finnegan's Wake" by James Joyce (in fact, that only occurred to me seconds ago). Since the story is about golf, and since the names are in that Celtic country direction, you'd almost think they'd be Scottish names instead.
ReplyDeleteThe setting of this story immediately made me think of that notorious E.C. story (I can't think of its name) about baseball players, the one that was evidently a kind of breaking point for the anti-horror comic groups. The funny thing is, I don't think I've ever actually read it, but it feels as if I have because of all the references to it.
I definitely agree with Brian Barnes about the "discount Betty Page." At the very least, a larger picture of her would've been in order.
"Oh my god. Whatsisface just died and this pole is starting to impale me. I am running so fast it is poking its way unstoppably through my intercostal ribs. Wow it won't be long now till I can feel it puncturing my atria, opening a route my pressurized blood can take back into the pericardial sac and sqeezing my heart shut from the outside. I wish I could cry out, but my left lung is quickly collapsing, the resultant pneumothorax crushing the gasses out of my right aveoli in a protracted and rather comical burp. I guess the end is coming in just a few more panels now...."
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